Demon Lord's Reincarnation

At this moment, it was almost the same conversation we had with the twins but this was me being the businessman or the “good” pimp that worries more about everyone else’s rather than his merchandise because being clean was at the very top of the list when doing sex work.

But yeah, the reason I also decreed for everyone to be tested was because being clean should go both ways and there should be clear boundaries on who could do things with whom.

I wouldn’t get into the much finer details regarding that type of stuff because it should’ve been obvious from the get-go.

With that said, after I finalized a few more things with everyone else we’d leave here for the night, our grand cavalry made its way home with casualties only from the other side.

Everyone was still convivial from our little intercept with what would’ve been a future problem but the mood quickly died down when everyone else saw that the guards I was punishing were now outside the gate, standing in front of their families.

They all turned their heads to give me this apologetic look mixed with begging and desperation, but I’m fucking serious about keeping my place safe and what they did was just inexcusable. And if their puppy eyes would’ve worked on me, then what’s the point of handing out punishments in the first place?

And to that extent, I made it a point to not have a bite of dinner until I squeezed Benjamin with every bit of information he dared to threaten me with because we went straight to our main DDR Camp and put him in the same place I murdered Jomar.

The meds I gave him were slowly beginning to wear off, and the ‘healing time’ I promised him didn’t give him any HP but just delayed the bleeding debuff I gave into him. Furthermore, it didn’t do shit to his ear but his still being high on his mind right now made it easier for me to put him in a position where he’d be real ‘comfortable’ with the series of questions I was about to ask him.

And since Quinn was a little wasteful with our duct tape, I found some other way to keep him really~ glued to the fucking wall, like literally.

This particular brand of super glue would only take a minute or so to completely dry but I did take a bit of time and a few other tools to keep him from falling off when I started, but the moment he was finally “awake”, I gave him a bright smile as I pulled off the table he was standing on earlier.

“HNGH!”

Benjamin Crisologo let out a large grunt the moment he felt his whole weight pushing him down due to gravity, but the worst part of this was that I used a fuck ton of super glue because it seemed like his skin was more adhered to the wall than to the rest of his body.

And not only was his back half irritated to the point of swelling and severe redness, but it was also threatening to rip off if I didn’t push back the table he was standing on.

“WHAT THE— WHERE— WHAT— YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! CAN— AH! SHIT! WHAT’S— WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! ANSWER ME!”

“Can’t you see— Right, you can’t. My bad. I glued you to the wall.”

“WHA— HUH?! GLUE— IS THAT’S WHAT’S PULLING ME—”

“Nah, fam. Your fucking weight is what’s pulling you down.”

Then his gaze turned to the bloody table I pulled off him, “BLOOD— WHO’S BLOOD WAS THAT?! IS THAT MINE?! W-WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU PSYCHO!”

“First of all, that’s Jomar’s blood—” frёeωebɳovel.com

“W-WHO THE FUCK’S JOMNAR?!”

“Seriously? You can’t even remember your minion’s name— Why do I even try? But to answer your second question, I glued you to the wall. Nothing else.”

“GLUE— W-WHY?! I-IT’S— I-I D-DUNNO— S-SOMETHING’S NOT RIGHT—”

“Yeah, a lot of things are not alright. But you can make it right though…”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!”

“Names and everything I should know about your so-called ‘friends’. I don’t have the time to case each neutral community out there so I’ll just go straight to you to get the right info—”

“W-What makes you t-think that I’m gonna tell you shit?! T-THIS IS NOTHING!”

“Uh-huh. Your face and your skin say otherwise. It’s not comparable to a deep laceration but imagine ripping half your skin off—”

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING BUT Y-YOU HAVE TO PUT ME DOWN FIRST!”

“That easy?”

“Y-YEAH! JUST PUT ME DOWN!”

I shrugged my shoulders as I pushed the table right under his feet, “There you go—”

“N-NOT LIKE THAT, YOU NUMBNUT! I MEAN PUT ME DOWN! ON THE GROUND! GET ME OFF THIS THING!”

I asked with a tinge of worry, “Won’t your skin rip off? That’s gotta hurt—”

“THEN WHY DID YOU PUT ME IN THIS P-POSITION IN THE FIRST PLACE?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

“I’m a psycho, remember? And yeah, did you even think that you’d get out of this alive? Nah, bro. The only way I’ll get you down is if I put you down and not the same meaning you used earlier.”

“THEN IF YOU’RE JUST GONNA KILL ME, I WON’T SAY SHIT! HOW ABOUT THAT?!”

I laughed in his face as I pulled on the table once again, “Trust me, you’ll say some shit before this is over—”

The motherfucker laughed through the pain, “HAHAHAHAHHAHA! YOU THINK THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME TALK?! I’VE BEEN THROUGH FAR WORSE SHIT THAN YOU CAN THINK OF, KID! YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE I’VE BEEN TO! YOU— W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT—”

To his confusion, I casually walked out the door before I rolled in Bordz who was heavily sedated and sleeping soundly on his bed. And obviously, if he couldn’t even remember their names, how the fuck could he recognize Bordz who was missing half his face? But yeah, I already tortured someone a few hours earlier so I’m gonna let Bordz do the interrogating himself.

“What the fuck are you—”

“Think, dumbass. Think. Smile too, alright?”

“Smile? What—”

“You’ll know soon enough…”

It was because the room was already equipped with a camera and a few recording devices so before I bid Mr. Crisologo goodbye, I pulled out my knife and stabbed Bordz in his chest.

Murdering someone had never been this easy.

But yeah, Mr. Crisologo was still confused as fuck when I was by the door but I left him a few words because his little brain was too slow to comprehend what was about to happen:

“He’s gonna ‘wake up’ in a few minutes or a few hours and if you don’t tell me what I want, he’ll have you for dinner. Alright? Bye~” I said as I waved off and closed the door behind me.

“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!

C-COME BACK! I-I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING! I’LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING, YOU FUCK! J-JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE! HEY! HEEEEEEEEEY!

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! GET ME OUT OF HERE!

I-I DON’T WANNA DIE! I DON’T WANNA— HE JUST MOVED! HE JUST MOVED! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!!!”